The Flaming Lips made the best album of 2002, and one of the greatest of the decade. That’s old news to everyone, I know. We’ve all listened to Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots from discovery to saturation and onwards into nostalgia. Enough years have passed, though, that we can comfortably look back at the 2000’s as a chunk of historical time and make a judgement about it as a decade. We can see now, in hindsight, what stands or falls as a matter of historical import. What has already been roundly forgotten and what’s been accepted into canon. We can grind our teeth and admit that Paris Hilton really was the iconic blonde of the decade, like she claimed all along; and the disposable trash culture Andy Warhol semi-ironically predicted has become the status quo, spilling out of the entertainment realm and all the way up into presidential politics. In fact, it’s hard to tell what’s trash and what’s culture anymore. Yeah, the world has changed since 2002, and musing about robot feelings has only become more relevant. We still don’t have the science fiction rock opera we deserve, but this may be close enough.